They said I was blessed,
instead, I'm possessed by the ghosts of my past
that fastly follow me wherever I go
in this demented word
filled with a whirlpool of lions and devils,
-- When will the phantoms of my past stop following me?
- Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
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